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Lyra felt the same pull just as Hydra did, and found her paws leading her to their lair even before she consciously made the decision to head there. She quickly encountered both of her triplets' own scents along the way, and so quickened her pace, arriving a little after Hydra to find Alya sitting amongst their hoard of bones and trinkets, a thoughtful look upon her face.

Unlike her sister, however, she maintained a distance, watching carefully as Alya leaned into her mirror image and spoke. Not entirely by myself. Her ears perked in interest, thoughts turning to her mate, Nikai. Too weak, too soft. And useless now, with only three legs. She was silently elated by Alya's hopeful confession, and slowly, serpentine, she slunk towards the pair.

"Not at all," she cooed as she drew up to her side, the metaphorical devil on her sister's shoulder. She offered a preening lick to her cheek. "Charon's mistake was coupling with someone so inferior to mother."